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Mike PoV
Again sitting in the beams supporting the roof over the living room pool cue in hand, I return to waiting for my demise or hopefully Max's demise. It isn't long before the four of them suddenly became alert and tapped the cues on the beams, nudging me to do the same. Max is on the move and now everyone has to be ready and alert.
"He's taking his time... must be with Lucy." Marko comments vocally.
"Wait, he has my mom!" Sam screams, looking up at us. "What is he going to do with my mom?"
I share Sam's sentiment and grab David's arm, wanting answers. If anyone knew what would be going on, he would.
"Relax, Max never thinks far ahead, likely he still took her out to dinner and is coming back here with her. He wants Lucy to willingly say yes. He'll be more on guard, especially when he gets close enough to tell we're in the house. Just do what you need to when he steps through the door and don't fuck it up this time." The last few words David spits out angrily at them.
I hear Edgar grumbling to himself. The kid does not like the situation at all, but is actually being intelligent enough to work with David so we'll have a chance to make it out alive, instead of fighting with David and fucking everything up. We wait ready and everything becomes very tense as lights shine on the windows, signalling Max's arrival with my mom.
"What is going on here?!" Mom has raised her voice as she flicks on the light to see Sam and the Frog's back to back, stakes in their hands.
"It's, it's not what it looks like." Sam stutters out.
"And there's the Prince of Darkness himself." Edgar says on Max's entry.
Max looks up just as we jump from the rafters down on him.
It seems to go by fast: Mom screams, Sam is knocked into a wall, the Frog kids are thrown into a wall with a crack. It all turns into growling and snarling as we each get thrown off. Marko missed with the shot gun, Max easily knocking the aim off, nearly hitting Sam who by luck slipped and fell, dropping a pool cue that had been pulled from one of our hands. We had been disarmed and have to attack tooth and claw, managing to get a few hits in before it is all over.
We each go down one by one. Dwayne gets belted across the face, leaving huge tears from Max's claws and then back broken over Max's knee before getting tossed to the ground. David ends up with a pool cue through the right side of his chest and thrown into the kitchen. Paul gets impaled on the animal skull and tossed up stairs. I get to see Marko beaten and broken with the shot gun until he stops moving.
I had been thrown earlier on into a wall, I think my leg got broken as I feel a sharp pain below the knee and standing is near impossible. My mind clears enough to hear Max speaking to Mom. A glance around tells me the only one that is conscious other than Sam and the Frogs, is Dwayne and Paul - neither can move.
"... I still want you, Lucy." Max had been droning about his boys being naughty and that he'll deal with them later. His last words snaps my mind back: he is going to force my mom to turn and he is going to do it right now.
"Mom, no!" Sam screams, but isn't able to get up after being thrown. Instead, he's clutching his arm where blood stained it, likely the stitching had been torn open. Edgar has tied his bandanna near Sam's shoulder, Alan's near them, knocked out.
"Get away from my mom!" I screech out as I forced myself to stand, grabbing up the pool cue and charging.
Fat load of good it did as I succeed in having the cue taken from my hands like I was just a baby and then rammed through my stomach. I grunt and I can taste the blood surge up into my mouth and choke me. My mom and Sam scream seeing me impaled. At this point I wish I could scream, but Max has me by the throat, cutting off my air.
"Pity, you could have made a decent boy." Max chuckles and is about to throw me, but instead he suddenly lets go.
I fall to the floor, the brief burst of energy I had to get up earlier gone and now I fall, unable to support myself on a broken leg. When I look up, I see a pool stick protruding from Max's chest.
"Don't you touch my sons!" Mom is screaming. She never screams and she had impaled Max, who had apparently assumed my mom completely meek and harmless and turned his back to her to kill me.
I can see Max gasping and grab at the pool cue, trying to get it out, which he can't. No blood splatters, just Max gasping trying to get the stick out of his chest and then... Boom! He explodes into a fire ball and bursts into ashes which covers everyone.
"Wow, Mom. Way to go!" Sam yells, a glance towards him shows the Frogs wearing goggles and fist pumping.
I fall back to lay. No use getting up. It isn't over for me. Max's dead, everyone's safe, but I'm not going to change back.
"Damn..." I hear Paul's voice between chokes on his own blood. "Remind me not to piss you off!"
"... Finish the job, you know while they're weak?" I look towards Edgar and growl.
"No! We are not killing my brother or them!" Sam grabs hold of Edgar.
"Right now's the perfect time." Alan mutters with me wishing the kid stayed unconscious.
"You aren't touching Michael... or the other... boys." Mom is hesitant on the others, but going along with Sam, who gets up and hugs her. "I'm calling an ambulance."
Everyone all yelled 'No!' to that.
"I don't think they except vampicade." Sam blocks mom.
"Yeah, no doctors." Dwayne mumbles out from where he lays on the floor.
Mom looks about to argue, but about the time Mom opens her mouth, we hear the tale tell horn of Grandpa's jeep driving up.
Sierra PoV
I wake up like I've been sleeping for days on end, energized and brimming with soul, like it has been revived after weeks of enduring excruciation. Nevertheless, I wipe my eyes and blink a few times to assure myself that I am alive. This is weird; I can't remember feeling so rejuvenated in weeks! All I can recall from my slumber is the dream I had of killing a vampire - me. Maybe I have suppressed it so it cannot affect me? I don't know, and to exhibit this bewilderment to a nonexistent audience, I shake my head whilst changing my pants so it suits the balmy weather, a pair of polka dot pyjama shorts. Admittedly, they don't aim to flatter in the fashion sector, but they're snug to wear in hot weather.
All the while I think of Michael and the others - have they conquered Max or has he done the identical thing to them? There is nothing but silence from upstairs, excluding the few murmurs I can hear. Everything I am jolts as I hear a woman scream out something. Followed by the floor pulsating as if a body has just collapsed. Unlocking the door with my hasty fingers, I struggle to find composure as worry invades. Thankfully, it unlocks and I soon dash up the narrow stairs, the energy never failing to bemuse me. I take a few steps where I am deliberate and quiet before emerging into the living room where I am greeted with what I deemed nowhere near spontaneous: blood. Splattered all over the wall, the bodies, it is everywhere, a gallery of crimson.
"Michael?" I call out as I enter the living room, my eyes questing for him through the bloodshed. Horrified expression etching all over my ocean blue pupils, a groomed brow furrowed, I can't believe what I'm seeing. Then, I hear weeping and my head turns directly to where I can perceive the crying - Lucy. I touch her shoulder out of compassion, the palm of my other hand placed on her back lightly, wanting to alleviate her. "Lucy? Wh-what happened?" Max is supposed to be dead, but all I can see is bodies, alive. Some unconscious, some struggling to maintain equanimity. Lucy's quivering hand drifts up to the floor where I see Michael. "Shit!" I run over to him, dropping down my his side after I briefly examine his wounds. Without even thinking, I bite down onto my wrist until I can taste blood leaching from it. I offer it to him, a gentle command more than anything to boost his health. "Hear, drink it. I'm alright now, so it won't harm me" I whisper, my thumb stroking his cheek.
I smile at Michael, my eyes informing him of the sincerity in my kiss earlier and how I am attracted to him. There's something about him. He's valiant, cares for his family as I do, and the sacrifice he made for them, well, it uplifted me in this dreary shadow I am no longer affixed to. Personality - the traits being fundamental for my decision - aside, he's really hot.
"Drink up, you need it more than I do" I tell him, revealing my bleeding wrist as a further incentive for him to become stronger. "It was really brave what you did by the way" Glancing back at Sam, I can smell the blood trickling down his arm as it saturates Edgar's bandana, a bandana I have become accustomed through years of seeing my brother wear it. "After I take care of you, you want me to drive those guys to the hospital? I can bandage his arm, or if you don't want me to drive him there, I don't mind doing the stitches myself. I've done them plenty before, so you don't have to worry about me messing up"
I'm falling into old habits of coveting to take care of everything again. I can't help it though, not when I see them in this state. I'm biologically like this, always wanting to help. It's the least I can do. After all, I'm healthy and can make them better. In addition to that, they haven't imposed anything negative onto me. I snap my head back, surveying the guys clutching their wounds. I want to help them. Although they are doppelgangers of those who tortured me with deceits and mind games, I can't just sit back and watch them in pain. Searching for the leader in order to obtain approval, I furrow my brow out of despair. God, what happened? I know, obviously, Max had something to do with it. But they had a plan. Musing over that, so did Edgar and Alan, and that one seemed to demolish itself. I find David who is walking back from the kitchen, stumbling in fact.
"David, is there anything you want me to do, you know, with your..." I hesitate, not knowing what to refer them as "um, your pack?"
Mike PoV
I'm not passed out, just trying to ignore the burning pain in both my leg and insides where the cue was stuck. My eyes fly open at the smell of blood. Bad enough I can smell Sam's. Now there is blood so close, I almost do as she asks, but a whisper thought hits my mind, Paul.
::Don't, you'll suck her dry soon as it hits your mouth and you been staked, just bleed right outta you, so won't help. Just need to rest for the day, then can hunt tomorrow night.:: Paul is the least injured in the fight and now I can see him coming down the stairs, holding his hands up as my Grandpa comes in.
"Hey we are the good guys!" Paul laughs at the irony of his words. "Ouch, man that hurt, but here, take this back" Paul pulls the animal skull from his side and hands it to my grandpa. "Think we gonna borrow your basement." Paul's expression drops on seeing Marko and the guy falls to his knees to cradle his fallen friend. Marko had the worse of us; Max had beat his face into a pulp nearly in his rage. "We'll have to use, your basement. I can't carry them and, and don't think he'd survive it."
I watch as Paul glanced between my mom and grandpa, almost pleading. He is at my family's mercy. They all are and that includes me.
"Damn vampires." Grandpa breathes out and heads towards the kitchen shaking his head. "Don't go stinking up my basement! I'll take Sam and his friends to the hospital."
I look at Mom then away and to Sierra, only to clasp her wrist.
"You need it and I need... this out." My voice is weak, but holds the harshness of the vampire still. I then draw her attention to my uncomfortable impalement.
Mom had decided to agree with Grandpa taking them to the hospital and ushers Sam out with the frog kids.
"I appreciate the offer, sweetie, but I'll let dad take them, you been through a lot." Mom then comes over to help me.
"No, I can't go like this." I point at myself, my inhuman appearance. "I don't think allergies would be excepted as a reason I look like this."
Paul has disappeared, think he's taken Marko to the basement, considering my grandpas words as invitation to do so. Mom was more worried about me than what the other bloodsuckers in the house where doing.
"Girl, he's a little you know? Off in lala land, Max knocked him out good, probably broke his neck. You want to help, help me get everyone into the basement." Paul says as he lifts up Dwayne.
"Wished I was knocked out." Dwayne hisses out in pain as Paul starts dragging him downstairs.